AN: This is chapter 6, part 1. Warning: This chapter is very long, I know some people don't like that, but I have no other choice. Please read, enjoy and review if you must. It took a while to update, but here it is. Chapter 6, part 2 will be up almost immediately after this one, I wrote both of them, back to back. Once again, Enjoy. The Writer.

Session 6 -An Answer-

Part 1

3 days later...

His station came up. He raised his head. The announcement came up again. He got up. Gave up his seat to someone else. The last 3 days, he'd been living in a state of twilight. Now, he'd find his place. He wasn't sure what to expect. He got out of the train and made his way onto the surface. A typical day, for anyone. Even for him. Of course, a lot had changed. He'd learned about the "breakouts". He didn't think they were capable of that. At first, he was surprised, but as he thought about it, the shock subsided. Anything was possible. He was living proof of that.

He let his body lead him. He wasn't in a hurry. He'd get some answers soon. It was the only thing he wanted now. But he wasn't in a hurry. Taichi stood at a light. Less than a block away there was a restaurant. A very reputable restaurant. He was supposed to meet him there. The light turned green. The masses moved. He moved. It wasn't early in the day, but it wasn't noon just yet. He wondered just what time it was...

'....10:42 a.m...'

He looked at his watch. A fancy, odd looking Bvlgari. 10:42 a.m. All day, he had been doing that. Every single time, he was right. He didn't know why, but that wasn't important.

She didn't know why she'd come in that day. She put on her white apron, tied her hair into a bun. Stared into the mirror. She was the same. Different...but the same. This time of year, that's all that went through her head. She was the same. A lot had changed. Time does away with all pain. They say that, but it's not really true. This time of year, she knew what pain was...

None of it had been her fault...right?

She'd been trying to convince herself ever since...

Matt was no help...his letter was...just like hers...

He'd gone off the deep end. She still stood by his side.

Helpless. Ever since that day....she was helpless...

She'd lost him...she almost lost Matt afterwards....

All she could do was watch his downward spiral...hoping, praying it wouldn't end the way Tai's did.

She waited a few tables, a fake smile, a nice, polite tone. There were 3 waiters. All of them female. They worked the morning shift. The breakfast crowd, the late breakfast crowd and lunch. There was a lull. She went to the bathroom, washed her face. Stared into the mirror. It wasn't going away. She felt just as guilty as he made her out to be.

Taichi used to have such an effect on her. She could no longer describe the way she'd feel around him. It was...almost euphoric. On her own, she was brave. With him, she was invincible. She loved that. At the same time, she knew he was mortal. She knew he could cry. She knew he could bleed. He didn't care. Tai was Tai. The end was different. Tai was no longer the source of those wonderful memories. Those emotions. He was a single memory. A single emotion.

Pain.

Loss.

Failure.

Regret.

Guilt.

This is what Tai had become to Sora. She desired so much to forget. She wanted freedom. She wanted a lot of things. These memories carried nothing but pain now. She leaned against the wall and slowly slid down on it. She was overwhelmed. As she cried softly, she could hear the knocking on the door. She wanted to get up. Wanted to open up that door. She stared at that door. She dried her tears. Got up and looked at herself in the mirror. Cleaned herself up as best as she could. She turned around and walked to the door. It would all go away. The week would end. The pain would go away. She opened the door. Found Ikami, one of her work friends waiting across the door. Ikami stared at her. Sora stared back.

"You OK?" she asked, no tone in her voice whatsoever.

Sora nodded. She stepped aside as Ikami went inside the bathroom. Sora didn't know how long she'd been waiting. It felt like hours. The weight of everything. It seemed to mess with them all. They all acted strange around this time. She went outside and tended to a few more customers. She'd only been in the bathroom for a few minutes. As she did her job, customer after customer, she thought about them all. Thought about the breakouts. There was no call. No cry for help. She didn't understand why. Neither did Izzy. None of them knew what had happened. The media reported what they could. A version of the truth. The real truth would not be known. She thought about Joe.

Joe was in New York, around the same time as the breakout that took place there.

He came back differently. She never saw him cry. He never lost it. Even when it was taking place, Joe was simply there. Mimi also changed. On the outside, she was the same. Mimi was also there. Right smack in the middle of Manhattan as the breakout began. When the quarantine was over, she went back home. Sora never asked her what she'd seen. She knew of the stories. They could not be true.

Mimi never spoke a word about what she'd seen. Sora went on to the next table.

Taichi saw her coming. He spotted her a long time ago. This was not a coincidence. Bruce was trying to prove a point. Taichi was a ghost. Not even his closest friends could recognize him now. Taichi knew this. Then again, why would they be looking for a dead man?

He smiled as he thought about this.

Despite the fact that she walked at a normal pace, Taichi saw everything in slow motion. He took her in. Saw every single detail of her shirt. The color of her hair, which was a deeper red now, and her eyes. They had changed. She had been crying. He wondered why. She was right by his table. A single moment. He wanted to tell her why. He wanted to tell her everything. Then reality came stumbling back. He remembered. Remembered everything she'd caused. Everything she'd done...and yet, he felt nothing. No resentment. No hatred. Nothing at all.

"Can I take your order?" she asked, she sounded the same, a little older, more years to her voice, but no change in pitch or tone.

He stared at her. Said nothing, Took off his Aviators. His hereto-chromatic eyes surprised her. No doubt they brought memories flooding back. But he was no one to her.

"I'll have some O.J and eggs over easy" he surprised himself as he said all this.

"OK, anything else?"

"Not at all"

She turned around. Started walking back towards the kitchen. Turned back towards him.

"Excuse me"

"Yes?" he asked, a thin smile on his face.

"I don't want to sound odd, but...have we met?"

"Met?"

"Yeah, it's like...I don't know, what do they call it?"

He thought for a moment. Humoring her. He knew exactly what they called it.

"Deja Vu?"

"Yeah, I can't help but feel we've met somewhere before"

"I doubt it"

"It's just that...you remind me of someone"

"Really?"

"A friend I used to know"

His smile faded. She used the correct words...

"What happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said, 'used to know'"

"He...left, went away, you know?"

"I guess..." said Tai, thinking about what she said, how she said it, added,

"I had a friend like that too"

"Had?"

"Yeah"

She gave him a look. A "what-happened?-I-want-to-know" look.

"She left too. I kind of saw it coming, but...I didn't do anything"

"Why not?"

"Don't really know. When I find out...I'll let you know"

Sora nodded.

A sign of a man avoiding a question. Maybe he was telling the truth. Sora didn't really know.

She turned around and headed for the kitchen. The whole conversation had lasted a minute. Maybe two. A man sat across Tai. He looked like Tai, was dressed in the exact same clothes, yet at the same time, he looked different.

"A sign of a man avoiding a question"

Taichi looked at him. Nodded.

"I guess so"

"So what's the answer?"

"No answer. Not yet"

The man nodded. He felt comfortable with that answer. It was all he'd get Tai to say about that.

"Hello, Bruce" said Tai, a smile on his face.

"Hello, Tai, sorry I was out of town, I was working"

"Yeah, I got the message from Brian"

"Good, glad he's back"

"I guess"

"But that's not really important, is it, Tai?"

"No"

"So what is...important to you, Tai?"

"Answers"

"What are the questions?"

"You know the questions, just as well as I do"

Bruce nodded.

"Fair enough" he said and remained quiet.

"You know, for a moment there, I thought you were just a voice inside my head"

"I'd said we'd meet"

"Didn't really think that would happen"

"Here we are, Tai"

"Why me?"

"That question"

Taichi said nothing.

"Fair enough, Tai" he repeated.

"I could give you an impressive amount of reasons, all valid, as to why this happened to you, but it doesn't matter, not to you, and not to me, because here you are"

"That's it?"

Bruce shrugged.

"That's all I got"

Taichi said nothing.

"It's umm... not the life-changing answer you were expecting, but it is valid, whatever reasons, it was a choice, and you made it, remember?"

"You're right"

Bruce nodded.

"You did what you did, because you wanted freedom, Tai, and you got it, you paid a heavy price for it, but you didn't seem to mind. You did what you did because you wanted purpose. You got that too. You wanted an escape. There are a lot of things in life we want, some of them you get, and others you don't, but you know all about that, don't you?"

Taichi stared at him. Said nothing.

"You gave me an answer, Bruce"

Bruce shrugged.

"You said it didn't matter"

"Sometimes it does" said Bruce in response.

"So what happens now?" asked Tai

"You're at that cross-roads, you have to decide. You've been given a chance to return. A wasted opportunity, because I don't think you will. You left this place, without a single care in the world. You hurt a lot of people but that didn't stop you. You did what you wanted to, is that selfish? Doesn't matter if it is or not, because you have to decide. To return or continue"

"Continue?"

"Do you want your memories back, Tai, or would you rather cut your losses and pick up your life where you last left off?

"My life...where it stopped? No, that ended. Everything fell apart. No, I want my memories. I don't want to feel empty inside anymore"

"That's not really a choice for you anymore...you gave that up, the moment you stopped being human"

"What do you mean?"

"That sense of emptiness....that'll disappear, but like I said, it's not really your choice anymore"

"What do you mean, I'm not human?"

"The way we define the characteristics of humans,...it no longer applies to us"

"So what are we? Are we..." Taichi stopped mid-sentence, looked around, "Digimon?"

Bruce smiled.

"No, they are worse than their creators. They are short-sighted, and have no self control"

Taichi stared at Bruce. He continued,

"We are...something else"

"What?"

"I don't know, I've never really thought about the nature of our existence....names only exist to differentiate one from another. There doesn't exist anything like us out there, so there is no name"

"I see"

"This is important, though. We are a necessary evil upon this world. A contingency, should they fail. Time proved our existence to be required, for they failed"

"Who did?"

Bruce looked over his shoulder, Sora was coming.

"They did"

Sora reached over to the table and saw the new arrival.

"Hello there, how can I help you?" she said, again faking that smile of hers. Bruce saw right through her act. He could see she was hurting. She demonstrated no signs of pain, no signals of anything wrong with her, but she couldn't hide her pain from Bruce. It was their gift. But Bruce felt no sympathy for her plight. His friendship with Taichi was no factor. His personal experiences didn't clash with his emotions either. Bruce felt nothing for her. It was his choice.

Bruce realized he hadn't said anything.

"I won't have anything to eat, but I'll have some orange juice like my friend here"

"OK" Sora replied and scribbled something down on her pad.

"Is everything else here OK?

It was Tai's turn to answer.

"Yes, everything is fine"

She nodded. Turned around. Left...

"What do you mean, they failed?" asked Tai, a little angry now.

"The nature of our existence, is to maintain the balance, Tai. The purpose of the digi-destined was to defeat evil, protect the digital world and create a new harmony amongst the created and it's creators"

Bruce stopped. Waited for an interruption. Taichi said nothing. An indication of agreement, of common ground. Maybe it wasn't that at all...perhaps it was just Tai thinking up a good counter-argument...Bruce didn't know. Reading Tai was a difficult task. He continued,

"The destruction of evil is an exercise in futility. Evil lies in the created, just like it lies in the creators. The desire to control, to overpower, to kill, to satisfy one's purpose. This cannot be taken from man. How can you expect to remove this from Digimon? You, who at the time were just children?"

Taichi said nothing.

"During that time, you suffered from the idealism of youth. Now you know better. You've seen the grim reality of our world. You understand the goals of our existence, Tai. We maintain the balance of power. When it became necessary to use force, we did not shy away. We were not intimidated. We do not strive for peace. Such a thing is impossible. Conflict is the driving force of our existence. We simply desire balance"

"We were young, maybe idealistic, but we fought, one battle at a time, with the clear knowledge that there would always be a next battle. We didn't have any grand plans. It's true we wanted peace. It's true we wanted to defeat evil. But we weren't arrogant about it. We fought for the same things everyone fights for, the right to exist, the will to be free, the desire to have a chance. We didn't fail, we achieved those goals, at least, momentarily"

"I will not deny that your intentions were noble. They were futile, but noble. What you failed to understand was the future"

Sora at that moment showed up with the drink. Left it at the table and left. One fast motion.

"The future?"

"That the same problems that plagued mankind in the past would come to repeat themselves on the created"

"Problems...like what?"

"The desire of control. The value of war as a means of settling disputes. The loss of innocence"

"The Digimon don't behave this way"

"How do you explain the breakouts, Tai?"

Taichi said nothing. There was no comeback to that.

"You were right, though, the Digimon didn't used to behave like this, that was our fault, they inherited these traits from us, so it's only natural they developed them"

He was right. Taichi knew this.

"Tell me, Tai, what happens when two intelligent species, with goals similar to those I've just described, try to co-exist?"

This had been a thought experiment. An easy answer by logic. A difficult choice to accept. Never before had something like this crossed his mind. Taichi did the math. He was no fool. He came to the same conclusion. It was the end, to which, everyone came to. A single answer to this particular thought experiment.

Conflict.

The question was, what kind of conflict?

Taichi would ask him later.

He tried to think of another way. A more peaceful solution. There was none.

Taichi gave no answer. It was unnecessary. Bruce knew what he was thinking. He knew that Tai had arrived at the only conclusion possible.

"I can't believe that. I have to believe we can co-exist. Peace is reality"

Bruce nodded in disappointment. He couldn't come to terms with reality just yet. That didn't matter. Taichi had already seen the truth. All he had to do was realize it.

"Tai, if such a thing were real, if harmony and peace could be achieved, then I'd be out of a job"

They both smiled. Different reasons, but they both smiled.

"No Tai" said Bruce, as he drank a considerable amount of orange juice. "This..."

Bruce sighed. A realization of the obvious. An expression of acceptance. Of defeat.

"This is the truth...

What they can't see and...

What we're burdened with..."

Taichi nodded. It was the truth...the same truth he had struggled with throughout his time in isolation. The lesson he had to learn. He was supposed to be here. The next step was simple. Taichi ate what was left of his meal. Bruce drank the rest of his juice. It was natural, almost felt freshly squeezed. The digi-destined hadn't failed. They were merely a stop-loss measure. Something temporary. Something was wrong. A critical element of the story was missing. His memories. It was there. They'd come back.

Bruce took a look at his watch. The same, fancy Bvlgari. He picked up his briefcase. Taichi hadn't even noticed it. He took out a manila enveloped. Opened it carefully.

"The following belong to you"

He handed Tai legal documents. Birth certificate. A death certificate that indicated Tai had been declared dead after being missing.

"Missing? I wasn't missing"

"No, but as far as the government knows, you were"

Tai nodded.

Bruce went into his pockets.

Handed Tai an odd looking phone. It's glow changed from blue to green to red and then back again.

Taichi took it. On the screen it had a picture of Tai, Matt and Sora. Which was odd. The picture was old. They were all young. He figured Matt was a little older, but still the same. Sora was the same. There was no doubt about that. He looked like nothing like his picture. It made him smile for a second. Just a second.

The phone had a few contacts. Some he knew. His friends. Others were unknown to him.

That didn't matter. Bruce looked at his watch again. He had to go. Taichi asked for the check. Sora showed up fast enough. She seemed better. He'd find out what was bugging her. In time. Bruce paid the bill. Left her a decent tip. More than usual. They both got up and left. Tai with the manila envelope in hand. Bruce, with the briefcase. They walked for a while till they got to a car. A late model, red BMW M6. It had been modified. The paint job was immaculate. It seemed to change colors when the light hit it from different angles. Tai stood in front of it. Bruce made no signs of opening the car. He had the keys in his hands. Played with the key-chain. It was one of those cheap, souvenirs from New York. Maybe Tai had been there.

"Tai, you want your memories back?"

Tai said nothing. Just stared into the car.

"I have a task for you, the first of many. Get your letters back. All 12 of them. The beginning is there. The first one is in the car. You'll figure out the message when you've got them all. I'm sure you'll be successful, after all, you should be able to get them back."

Taichi nodded. As he did that, a car pulled up behind the M6. An old American classic. Taichi didn't know what kind of car it was.

"It's an old Chevelle, Tai" said Bruce, answering his unspoken question. He started walking towards the American classic. Turned around and threw the keys at Tai. He caught them.

"What do I do with this?"

A dumb question. It was obvious what he had to do.

"Whatever the hell you want, Tai. It's your car, anyway"

Bruce got in and the car sped off. Taichi got a quick glimpse of the driver. It was a girl.

Taichi opened the car. The chirp of the alarm went off. The doors opened. He got in the driver's side. Which was on the wrong side. It was on the left. One of his letters was on the passenger's side. A yellow Post-It note that said "Mimi" was on the heavy leather bounded folder that protected the 20 something pages that made it up. It was the beginning. The first letter he wrote. The hardest to retrieve. After his death, that letter traveled halfway around the world. Somebody had taken the trouble to make sure it made its way back to him. He thought about Mimi. The fact that he had Mimi's letter meant something. He knew where he'd go next.

He still knew his way around the place. Traffic was a problem at this hour but that didn't matter. There was no rush. He crossed Rainbow Bridge with a smile. The car was a testament to German engineering at it's best. With the sun in his face, he pulled down the visor. It was Matt, Sora and himself. He remembered the photo. His sister snapped it after a soccer game. It was one of the best days of his young life. It all seemed so far away now. What happened to all his dreams? His plans? They were all taken way from him. None of that mattered. There was no regret. No sadness. It was all gone, and he no longer cared. He got to his destination. Found a parking lot far away from the college. Walked the rest of the way. He saw the masses. Everyone with someplace to be, and a life to live. Not him. The University of Tokyo is one of the most prestigious universities in Japan. While he had heard from Kari that Joe had traveled abroad for some of his studies, he knew he'd find him here. Joe would be easier to talk to. He'd face his friends, all of them, later, but he had to see Joe now. He could trust him.

He walked around a bit. He sat on a bench and smiled for a bit. Put on his Ray Bans. He spotted Joe in the distance. He had on Khaki Dockers, though he wasn't really sure. A formal white long-sleeved shirt and a tie that seemed to cost more than the entire ensemble. His glasses were different. His hair was the same. A weird shade of blue. Tai took out his new phone. He found Joe. Dialed his number. He saw him bow, excusing himself away from the group of students he was talking to.

"Hello?"

"Hello Joe"

"Who's this?"

"I'm at your side, Joe, look by the benches"

"Who is this?" he asked, a more demanding tone in his voice.

"Can't you recognize the voice of a dead man?"

Joe looked around. There were students everywhere. He looked to the benches. There was a man, dressed in black, a white shirt, sun-glasses, and a phone pressed to his ear.

"I see you"

"That's the idea, Joe"

"I'm hanging up now, I don't know if this your idea of a joke but it's not-"

"' I remember seeing a young boy...so long ago, so much potential. You're holding back, Joe. You've always held back. Someday, you'll see who you really are''

Joe hanged up. Walked towards the man with the phone. There was no fear in his stride. No trembling. It wasn't like Joe. Like Kari said, Joe was different. He sat down beside Tai. Stared at the crowds himself. Didn't say a word.

"Hello Joe"

Joe sighed.

"Hello Tai"

"You don't seem surprised to see me"

"In my nightmares, you're still alive"

"What does that man, Joe?" asked Tai, looking at him now.

"You're dead, Tai, I carried your casket. This can't be real"

"What do you want me to say, Joe?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all"

There was silence for just a moment. A single moment. Taichi spoke,

"You survived a breakout, a lot of people didn't"

Joe looked right at him now. There was something in his eyes. It seemed like a hint of regret, or guilt. Tai didn't know which.

"I don't want to talk about that"

"All right, let's talk about something else"

They nodded. One after the other.

"You're not at all curious, how this happened, why I'm still alive, anything?"

"Not really, life is short, there comes a point where you have to stop asking questions and simply accept things"

"Is that from the letter?"
"Yeah, a little bit"

Taichi smiled. Joe smiled back.

"How are things, Joe?"

"The same they've always been, since you got sick, not good"

Tai nodded.

"When did you get back?"

"What do you mean?" asked Tai, a smile on his face. He knew that Joe had figured it out. It was something no one had thought of yet. Something no one had asked.

"You didn't come back from the dead, Tai, that's impossible, which means, you didn't really die, which means you've been someplace else."

"That's good, Joe, who taught you how to do that?

"You wouldn't believe me now, but I think it was you"

"Me?" said Tai, curious, "I can't remember that"

"That's OK"

"Don't ask me where I've been, Joe"

"You can't remember, can you?"

Tai said nothing.

"You have amnesia"

"Is that a definitive diagnosis, Dr.?"

Joe smiled.

"It doesn't take a doctor to figure that one out"

"I guess so"

"Take off those fancy Ray-Bans"

Tai complied.

"You've still got the eyes, funny, I was kinda expecting they'd be brown"

"I think these are permanent"

"So" said Tai, more energy in his voice, "still studying to become an M.D, huh?"

"That's good, Tai, you said M.D, not doctor"

"It's the proper term, right?"

"Right" Joe looked down to the floor, saw his shoes, brightly polished loafers.

"I'm a little disappointed" he said all of a sudden

"Disappointed with what?" asked Tai, who was now curious.

"I'm trying to be a doctor, cause I want to save lives, help people, and that's pretty hard, but it's so easy to do the opposite, you know? Sometimes I think, what's the point? I can't change anything. That's not the way doctors think, you know? So, I might not be cut out for this..."

"If it was me, I'd quit, but that's not you, so...the only thing I can tell you is, if you love your work, do it, if you don't, quit. Don't do it for any other reasons, not for the prestige, or for honor, those things aren't important. As to, whether you're cut out for it or not, that doesn't exist, it's a job, that's all, there's no right state of mind, you either do it well or you don't"

Joe said nothing. He stopped staring at his shoes. Stared at the sky instead.

"Too rough?" asked Tai, another smile on his face.

"A little" answered Joe as they both laughed.

"What happened to us, Tai?"

"We got old, that's all, nothing else has changed. Everything's the same, but not really, you know?"

"No, I don't"

"Well, that's all I've got, Joe"

"So why did you decide to find me first, Tai?"

"Don't know" said Tai, thinking about it, "felt right"

"OK"

"I have something to ask of you"

"Sure, what's up?"

"I need the letter back"

Joe thought for a moment.

"OK, it's yours anyway, you wrote it"

"In fact, I'm gonna need all the letters back"

"That might be a problem"

Taichi looked at him.

"The others, well, I don't think they'll say anything, but Matt and Sora, that's another story"

"How come?"

"I don't know what you wrote in their letters, but they're not letting those go"

Tai nodded, thinking.

"I know what I wrote, Joe. I'll get those letters back, trust me"

"All right"

"My sister's gonna call you, if she hasn't called you already"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah" repeated Tai

"She won't tell you what for, but just agree, yeah?"

"All right" he said again.

"So...what for?"

Taichi smiled. Didn't say anything. Looked at his watch.

He had all the time in the world.

He got up.

Joe stared at him.

"Got someplace to be?"

"Not really why?"

"Nothing"

"Figured out how you're gonna get those letters yet?"

"I've got an idea or two" replied Tai, "We'll see how it works out"

It was Joe's turn to look at his watch. It was simple LED watch. The time scrolled back and forth. He was late.

"How'd you get here, Tai?"

Tai smiled.

"Need a ride somewhere?"

"Yeah"

"Let's go"

Joe got up from his chair.

They walked the long distance to the car. Talking about Joe's classes. Taichi was interested to here what Joe had been up to.

"So who else knows you're here?" he asked as he got in the car.

"You, Kari, my folks, and T.K. I saw Davis on the subway. Didn't say anything"

"I see"

Tai started the car. He'd grown to love the silent start feature on the car. He put the car in gear. Drove out of the parking lot. Headed back to Odaiba.

"Where you going, Joe?"

"My brother's, you know where it is, right?"

"Yeah, I remember"

They drove in silence for a while.

"Not gonna ask where I got the car from?"

"Do you know where the car's from?"

"Germany" said Tai

Joe smiled, shook his head. Tai smiled too. He liked that joke. He was going to use it a lot.

"That's not what I meant, Tai, I mean, how'd you get this car?"

"Honestly?"

"Yeah"

"Someone just gave it to me, but it is mine, got a pink slip and everything"

"All right"

Joe stared out the window. Taichi didn't know whether Joe believed him or not. Didn't care. It was the truth.

After a few turns, a little waiting in traffic, they got there. Jim's place wasn't a big deal. A simple apartment. A bachelor pad. A stepping stone into another stage in life. It was all this and about a million other little things but Tai didn't care. It was insignificant to him. It seems he wanted something more. He'd get it. Whether he realized it or not. They stayed in the car for a while. Didn't say a word. Joe spoke.

"What are you going to do now?"

"Drop you off, go home, eat, sleep, go to Sora's"

"Sora's"

"Yeah, get my letter back, one way or another"

"That's your plan?"

"It's the best I've got"

Joe got out of the car. Went to the left side. Tai lowered his window.

"Better keep working on that, I don't think it'll be that easy"

"We'll see"

He put the car back in drive. Sped off...he'd do exactly as he said.

Joe saw him leave. Smiled. He'd get his car back from his brother.

His cell rang.

He look at the screen. A familiar name.

"Hello?"

AN: I had to cut chapter right here, cause the next part is also kind of long. Hoped you enjoyed it. Questions, comments, and reviews, I will freely answer, but you have to review the chapter in order for that to happen. Food for thought. The Writer.